"No. No, I don't." she laughed, and then paused. "Well, yes, kind of. I've never seen one, and I'm curious, but no, I shouldn't. No .I don't want to, unless you want to show it to me...but I shouldn't...and I don't want to take advantage of you...I'd have to pay you back some how. Maybe show you my boobs?"
"You don't have to pay me back. It's no big deal." I stood up in front of Cameron and unzipped my jeans, and unbuttoned them. I pulled them down a bit, as well as my boxers, and gently pulled out my penis. The whole time she kept telling me I didn't have to do it, she was just being silly because of the wine, but when I got it out, she stopped talking. My penis hung in front of her in it's flaccid state, almost seven inches long, and above average girth.
"Holy shit," was the only thing she could say at first. "And that gets bigger when your horny, right? It's kind of silly looking, but sexy in a way."
It was about this time that I realized that if it hadn't been for the alcohol, I never would have just whipped out my piece. Even with my buzz, I was starting to feel a little weird, like a piece of meat. Here I was, with my pants down standing in front of a woman, with my genitalia exposed, being looked over in a very clinical fashion, like a dog being judged at Westminster Abbey.
Cameron was still talking, but I wasn't paying much attention, I was starting to become to embarrassed. "It's so weird," she was saying, "So ugly, yet in some way beautiful. I'll bet it's heavy, you must get a workout carrying this thing around." Without thinking she reached out and wrapped a hand around my penis, and hefted it a couple of times like a dumbbell. "Yeah, heavy."
I barely heard her last comment. From the minute her hand touched me, a jolt shot through my body, starting deep inside my testicles. I knew right then that we had both drank too much, and that things were going to far, but I couldn't stop the physical reaction -- My penis was beginning to get stiff in her hand.
For some reason, I had never...NEVER...thought about Cameron in a sexual manner. Once I had a wet dream about her, and instead lusting after her the next day, I was just nervous. I had never considered hitting on her, or having sex with her. I guess our friendship had prevented the basic lust feelings I had for most women from surfacing. I later found out she had never thought about me in a romantic or sexual way either.
Cameron still held my penis in her hand, seemingly unaware of what was happening. She was asking questions, but I didn't answer. For the first time in my life I was seeing the woman in front of me in a very different light. She was no longer Cammie, my best friend and confidante, who may or may not be a lesbian. She was Cameron, an extremely attractive blonde 19 year old, who had my cock in her hand, and was making it very happy.
As Cameron began to realize what was going on, she looked up at me with surprise, still holding my penis in her hand. I looked at her face, and realized she was beautiful, and wondered how I had never seen it before. Her hair was long and straight, pulled back in a ponytail. It had a very fine texture, and was dyed light blonde, almost white, although I could still see her dark roots. Her face was perfectly round, and very pretty, with fair skin, a cute little upturned nose, and pretty pink lips. Her eyes were vibrant green, and her lashes long and dark, even though she was wearing no make-up. Looking down, I realized her body was very slim and fit, no doubt from playing soccer in high school, and her breasts were very ample on her tight frame. Her skin was like alabaster--pale, smooth, but not pasty. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved, knit top that zipped up the front, and left her flat stomach exposed. Her black athletic shorts seemed to cling to her muscular thighs and ass. Almost instantaneously I became rock hard.
"What's going on?" she asked, and giggled nervously.
"I'm so sorry, Cammie...I just...I can't help it." All I could think about now was having sex with my best friend. What would she be like? What did she look like naked?
"I'm so sorry, and embarrassed Cammie." I said. "I would leave, but I no how nervous you get alone at night, and I don't want to do that to you. I do think you should just go to bed now, and I'll sleep in here. I just don't trust myself. I can't think straight right now, and I don't want to do something stupid. Something that might piss you off, or embarrass me, or somehow ruin our friendship." Cameron had a queen sized bed in her room, and normally I just shared it with her when I slept over, but in this situation, I knew I would end up trying to have sex with her. I had always been weak in the face of temptation, as too many of my past girlfriends had learned.
"Are you serious?" she asked. I just nodded in response. "Wow, you really don't have much control over that thing. I guess that's why you can't hold a relationship together."
"Probably so," I answered, thinking back to all the girls I had never meant to hurt, but somehow I still had. I had never been able to turn down sex starting with losing my virginity to Ashley Welch, while dating someone else. My penis was still throbbing, and for some reason I hadn't even considered putting it up yet. My head was still filled with images of Cameron and I having sex right there on the living room floor.
"What if I told you I didn't want to sleep alone tonight?" Cameron asked.
"Cammie, honey, I told you, I don't trust myself. I can't control myself right now. At this second, I can't stop picturing the two of us going at it."
"Well then, why don't we just do it?"
"Do what?" I asked, confused.
"What do you think?" she responded. "Fuck." I think my jaw hit the floor at that instant. I was completely shocked...I stammered, trying to find words. After a few seconds, she started talking. "Listen, I just told you that I've fooled around with guys, and never even been aroused. Well, right now, looking at you standing there with a hard on, knowing you are fantasizing about me--I don't know--I just feel something. I mean I'm not all horny right this second, but I feel something, like the feeling I've only had with girls before." I still didn't know what to say. "Look, I've been waiting all this time for the perfect guy to give my virginity too, and it's built up so much now that I'm never going to find him. With you, it's someone I know I care about."
"But Cameron, I don't want to fuck up our relationship. You're my best friend and I don't want to ruin that. Like you always point out, my relationships don't end so well."
"We're too good of friend to let that happened" she answered. "And besides, what if my first time with a man is bad? Then I may never try it again. With you, at least I know it will be good. Your penis size wasn't the only thing I heard from the girl's in high school." She giggled, and it was infectious, and with that, all the tension was broken. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and put my arm around her shoulders. Our eyes locked, and I was lost in those vibrant, blazing green eyes. Damn, she was beautiful I thought to myself, and all these years I've taken it for granted, never even noticed. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and in that moment, I knew , we both knew, that our relationship was about to change forever, and that there was no turning back at this point. I lifted a hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers, then I leaned in and kissed my best friend on the lips, softly at first, but our slips slowly parted, and we began to embrace, totally lost in each other. Delicately, I traced my tongue along the top of hers, and finally I pulled away, slightly sucking her top lip. We sat staring at each other, both of us a little ruffled and breathless. It was quite obvious from my still exposed penis that I was very turned on, and I could sense that Cameron was as well.
I allowed my eyes to roam her body once more. Her nipples were protruding slightly through her knit top, and I noticed I could see a hint of a green bra through the white fabric. I watched her slightly exposed stomach expand and contract, and her bosom heave, as her breath came in quick gasps. I marveled once more at how I had taken her looks for granted for so long. I realized she was perfect, and at that instant I no longer just wanted her, I NEEDED her. I needed her like I had never needed a woman before. Not just for sex, but for fulfillment. I needed more than just her body, I needed her soul. I needed to possess this girl I'd known most of my life, who had some how become a woman while I had my back turned.
I gently took her hand in mine, and let my first two fingers slide up her arm. "Oh shit, Cammie...I need you so bad...I need this," I whispered, my voice on the edge of quivering.
"Then take me," she whispered back, her voice husky, and filled with lust. "Take me...Take me now." She paused, and leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. "Tonight, right now, you own me" she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, her eyes locked onto mine, "Maybe you always have."
I was overwhelmed with emotion. Part of me felt like I was going to cry tears of joy. Part of me was confused. There was something else there...love, perhaps? But mostly, I felt the need, hers as well as my own. Hungrily, I lurched forward, wrapping my arms tight around her body, as she did the same to me. We kissed deeply, both of us in a frenzy. We parted, and gently I began to pull down the zipper of her top, slowly revealing her breasts, supported by a beautiful emerald green satin bra. I could tell just from her cleavage that they were very perky, definitely a C-cup, and a very nice shape. Her top fell open, and between kisses she removed my shirt. Slowly, she slid her hand across my bare chest, and down my stomach, and then, while looking me in the eye, wrapped it firmly around my stiff cock. I couldn't help but to gasp.
My movements became slower, and more deliberate, as I reached over and unbuttoned her shorts. I unzipped them slowly, revealing gorgeous green satin panties. I'd seen her panties a thousand times in the past...she usually slept in them and nothing more that a long t-shirt.. but I had never had this reaction before. They drove me wild. Even before I got her shorts down, I could see they were damp. I could see dark little pubic hairs through them, and the smell of her sex flooded my nostrils. She stood up so I could get her shorts off, and I noticed how they hugged her body, and what a cute, tight little athletic ass she had. For the hundredth time that night, I wondered how I never noticed before. I jerked her shorts down in one quick moment, and began to run my tongue up her inner thigh. I stood up in front of her, and she slowly peeled away my clothing.
Again, she wrapped one hot hand tightly around my throbbing organ, and pulled me towards her, using it like a leash. "So is this what most girls do?" she asked, as she proceeded to slide her tongue along it expertly, teasing me. A chill shot out from the base of my spine as I was overtaken with pleasure. Gently, she slid her hand from base to tip, every now and then licking it, providing lubrication. I knew I couldn't take much of that. I hadn't been this horny, or eager to cum since I was 16. Slowly, I pulled away, and dropped to my knees in front of her. I hitched my fingers in the waistband of her panties, and began to slide them down. They were tight, and the clung nicely to her perfect round ass. As they came down, I was slowly treated to the sight of a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair, and eventually her vagina. By the time her panties reached mid-thigh, the smell of her need was enough to almost knock me flat. The panties themselves were absolutely drenched. I ran my nose along them, taking in her scent.
